I pulled back as I spotted Don Speratza in the doorway. He didn’t come into the room, but directed the men to take up positions by the window. He was careful not to expose himself more than necessary. I was glad to see him.
The men crawled across the dance floor, crept to the windows and began pouring lead into the night. A sudden yell outside proved they knew their job.
“We might take a little walk before long,” I said. “I’m getting tired of staying one place.”
“Ready when you are,” Hoskiss said, pulling a Mauser pistol from his hip pocket. He thumbed down the safety catch.
The red-head squeaked, “Don’t leave me,” grabbed at him. He threw her arms off impatiently.
“Lay off,” he said roughly. “I got work to do now, Tate.”
Speratza had vanished. I could hear shooting going on at the back of the building. There were yells. It sounded like a break-in.
“Think your boys will take any action?” I whispered.
“They’re on the job now,” Hoskiss said, cocking an ear. “I recognize the sound of a Mauser any place. Hark.”
We could hear a lot of shooting going on outside.